Blog Pimp.

Just like a relationship, one of the sure ways to diminish the pleasures of a blog is to talk about it.

All the time.

Which is sort of where I am right now. For the past week I've been a total pimp for this little thing. I've harassed friends and sent the address to this site to people who had expressed no interest in it. I guess I was a little proud of this place. Combine the recent cosmetic changes with the surprisingly high number of posts and I found myself talking about it all the time.

Back in January I swore to myself that I really would throw myself into this without regard for what anyone else would think. And that I wouldn't press it onto people, without their expressing interest.

And for 2.5 months, I did all right.

Last week though, oh boy, I whored this thing out to a ton of people. I guess I really wanted to share this with some folks.

So, I realized this tonight and I'm going to back off a bit. Let's chalk that up a to a small growth spurt and if you're here and you're one of those people that I pushed my blog onto, please forgive the ham-handed pass. I appreciate your being here. And I appreciate your future visits, if they come. I'll try to write something interesting enough to be worth your time and attention.

Something better than this post.

I appreciate your patience.

Cheers,
Mr. B

PS. After this, no more blog talk for a month. At least. Maybe longer.